On My Mind

TITLE: On My Mind

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: The Mentalist

SHIP: Theresa (Lisbon) / Patrick (Jane)

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, maybe?

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane have found a need for each other outside the CIB, but have to keep their indulgences a secret.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Mentalist. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Theresa Lisbon ushered her team of agents out the door. "Have a good, three-day weekend off you guys. You deserve it. You did good." She told them. They had just come off a two-week manhunt for a serial killer and they had managed to catch him before he struck again and she had demanded some time off for her team. "C'mon, Boss. Join us for a drink." Rigsby offered. "Sorry, the burden of command. I've got a mountain of paperwork to finish before I can leave." She declined regretfully. "Well, we'll be at Hendrick's on fifth if you change your mind. Bring Patrick." Van Pelt informed her and they waved their goodbyes.

She watched as they went to their separate vehicles and then closed the door and after a moment locked it. She returned to her desk and watched as Patrick Jane rose into a seated position on the sofa he had been lying on, apparently sleeping. She padded over to him, noting the top two buttons of his shirt were undone and he exuded an air of casual rumpled-ness that was at the same time boyish, sexy and irksome.

She straddled his knees. "Alone at last." She noted. "Yes, alone at last." He confirmed as she slid her knees onto the sofa on either side of him and settled onto his lap. "I know you don't carry a gun, so you must be happy to see me." She told him as she slowly rocked back and forth, rubbing her crotch against the thick tube that bulged the front of his trousers. He slid his hands along her thighs and then cupped her buttocks, squeezing them as she leaned forward, her lips hovering over his, his breath hot against her face.

"Do you think they know about us?" she wondered out loud. "Van Pelt suspects, but Rigsby and Cho don't have a clue." He stated confidently as he started kneading her ass cheeks through her jeans. "If you want to keep it a secret, you might not want to take your bra off at the office." He suggested. "It was pinching and uncomfortable. Taking it off had nothing to do with this." She countered, feeling his erection twitch as she ground against it.

"We should try this in a bed sometime." He suggested, their lips moving closer, but not quite touching as they drew out the moment and teased each other. "Why? This sofa's quite comfortable and the interrogation room table, although a little hard didn't have any splinters." She queried and he smiled, his grey eyes twinkling with amusement. "You think us having sex in a bed would be too intimate, and that's not what this is about, for you. We're just two consenting adults helping to fulfill each other's needs. Aren't we?" he surmised. "That was the deal." She confirmed. His tongue piqued out and just barely brushed along the top of her lower lip.

"What if... What if my needs happened to include seeing you laid out, naked on crisp white sheets, so that I could explore every inch of you and you didn't have to restrain your moans or stifle your cries when you climaxed?" he conjectured. "You've explored my body before. I liked that." She reminded him. "You would have liked it more if you hadn't been calculating the odds of someone walking in on us." He pointed out. "We were in the locker room showers, Patrick." She clarified. "My point exactly." He continued. "I'll take it under consideration, Okay." She relented. "That's all I ask." He accepted with his infuriatingly knowing grin. "Well, does that mean you don't want to do this here and now? I really do have paperwork I can finish." She asked, starting to rise off his lap to make her point. His hands tightened on her ass and pulled her back down.

"Don't be ridiculous, Teresa. I've been looking forward to this all day. Plus, if I walked out of here with this erection I might get arrested for public indecency and that would be irresponsible as an officer of the law, don't you think?" He admonished her and quipped in a typically Jane manner of confrontational reconciliation. "Fuck you, Jane." She informed him harshly. "I hope so, Lisbon. I really hope so." He acknowledged and then his hand was winding into her long, dark hair and he crushed his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth as their heads shifted and they cemented their lip lock, sucking at each others lips until mouths opened wider and tongues could duel and writhe with each other.

Her arousal spiked as she tasted him and her skin took on that prickly, tingly, heated sensation that made her feel like she needed to shed her clothes. Her nipples tingled as they slid along the material of her top, hardened, swelling and making the skin of her breasts tighten as they stood to attention. Her sex clenched and flexed against itself in anticipation of having something to clench and flex against and she felt herself flood with copious amounts of warm, slippery cream that coated her folds and soaked the crotch of her panties as she returned his kiss with matching fervor.

She broke their tongue tangling kiss, letting her head loll back against his hand as he kissed his way down her throat and swirled his tongue in the hollow at its base. His hair tickled her fingers as she ran them through his blonde curls, guiding his lips across her skin. He lifted his head. "Lift your arms." He instructed and she did. He tugged her top out of her jeans and gathering it at the hem, pulled it up over her head. He stopped when the material clear her mouth and held it their, trapping her arms in his grip and effectively blindfolding her. She felt his lips brush hers lightly, but he moved away when she moved forward to secure the contact. He toyed with her, teased her, his lips and tongue just tantalizingly touching hers until she was straining against his grip, arousal and frustration balanced on a knife's edge.

Patrick relented suddenly and they kissed, hard and hungrily as he drew her top the rest of the way up her arms and off them. He tossed it to the floor and broke their kiss as she shook out her hair and then raked her hand through it to get it out of her face. She gave him a speculative look and then reaching for the front of his shirt, tore it open, sending the buttons flying. She dragged her nails down the hard, smooth planes of his chest, making him hiss and his hips bucked up against her as she rolled her hips, sliding along his hot, material covered length.

He sat up, leaning forward as she dragged his shirt out of his trousers, capturing her lips once more as he shrugged out of his ruined shirt. She cupped his cheeks, controlling the kiss and then guiding his lips down. He nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving echoes of heat and pressure as he went. She guided him to her cleavage and he ran his tongue through it in a warm, wet swipe that made her back arch as she thrust her breasts out toward him with a quietly whispered encouragement. His lips found and suckled at, first one and then the other of the hard little pebbles of her dark brown nipples sending surges of pleasure into her chest to add its energy to the delicious tension she could feel building in the pit of her stomach.

His arm was warm along her back as his hand massaged her scalp and neck. His other hand left her ass and his arm wrapped around the small of her neck and she let out a surprised gasp as he shifted, lifting her and depositing her on her back on the seat of the sofa. He lifted his head from her breast, sucking hard and then holding onto the tingling nipple with his teeth, stretching it almost to the point of discomfort before letting it go. She took a deep breath, and the leather of the sofa creaked as she rolled her shoulders against it. She looked up at him as he now loomed over her, having gotten to his feet. She felt his eyes slide over her like a heated caress. "You know something, Teresa? You really are an exceptionally beautiful woman. I don't think I've told you that before." He told her in a soft awed voice, a thoughtful expression on his face that made her stomach flutter. "You don't need to sweet talk me, Patrick. We already know I am going to put out." She informed him as coolly as she could, trying to deflect the intimate sentiment his words instilled in her. "Would you prefer I just told you how hot and fuckable you look?" he mused. "Yes." She replied simply as he lifted each of her legs in turn and tugged and removed her boots, letting them fall to the floor with dull thuds.

She licked her lips as he deftly unbuckled her belt and undid her jeans. Missing the attention he had lavished on her breasts, she drew her hands up and lightly caressed her them, lightly pulling at her nipples and rubbing her globes against each other while lifting her buttocks to allow him to pull her jeans and panties down her thighs and off leaving her naked. "I'm just going to go ahead and look at you for a few moments, if that's okay?" he stated and kicked off his shoes. "Do you like what you see?" she asked as she dropped one foot to the floor and hooked the other over the top of the back rest of the sofa, spreading her legs and blatantly exposing herself to him and he groaned in response. She liked the way he looked at her, knowing that he was memorizing each and every little detail. "Where does this go in your memory palace?" she asked, fondling her breasts a little harder before letting one of her hands travel downward, letting her fingers drift over the curved ridges and shallow, narrow valleys of her hard abdomen. "Oh no... This... This gets a whole difference residence all it's own." He explained.

"Are you done looking yet? Or, I might just have to get started without you?" she wondered as he undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. She let her gaze roam over his hard, compact form. You wouldn't say it to look at him when he was dressed, but he had a really hard, well-toned body, but his skin was very smooth, with hardly a blemish or scar. He pulled the waistband of his boxers forward and then lowered them. She ran her tongue over both her lower and upper lip as he revealed his thick, long and twitching erection. Another surprise, except for his head and eyebrows he was completely hairless.

Teresa didn't even know she had reached for him until she felt his hot, silky, veined girth throbbing against her grip. She stroked his length, exploring now familiar territory as she gently tugged him toward her and between her legs. At, her urging, he crawled onto the sofa and positioned himself above her and she guided him through her slick folds to her entrance. He rocked slightly in her grasp, pushing into her, but not quite entering her as he looked down at her, studying her reaction as he teased her. She knew he wasn't being malicious, it was just his nature, needing to see how far he could push her, needing to be able to read her. She played his game, trying to retain control and hide the true extent of her desire or frustration. Whether she admitted it or not, it did add a dimension of anticipation she had not had with any other lover.

He was learning to judge her to a fine point and she was about to release the base of his cock and grab his ass to pull him into her when he thrust forward. She gasped and then groaned, her back arching and her hips rising as his thick shaft forged a blazing path of friction through her tight, intimate flesh. Despite her willingness, her flesh resisted him, flexing and twisting in an attempt to halt his invasion and only succeeding in increasing the sensation of penetration. He broached the bastion of her core with the betrayal of her body as it flooded with copious, hot, slippery amounts of sex grease. She writhed under him, undulating her hips, grinding her pubic bone against his as she adjusted to his filling length and stretching girth.

His lips descended on hers, plundering them with warm, wet suction and a flickering tongue that stormed the ramparts of her teeth and dueled and wrestled with hers. His thrusting tongue gave the promise of what his manhood waited to do as he held still inside her while she adjusted. She grabbed his ass, testing the skin and the hard muscle underneath with her fingernails as he began to rock inside her, keeping his strokes short and slow, maintaining contact with and pressure on her clit trapped between his hard belly and the base of his cock. She let out little whimpering groans as sharp shards of pleasure pierced her from that sweet, torturous connection.

She took her foot off the floor, sliding the inside of her thigh along the outside of his and curled her leg around the small of his back. He licked and sucked at her neck, free her mouth to drag in ragged gulps of air as she started to pant with strained groans and moans as he increased the length and speed of his strokes. She clutched at his buttocks, feeling them tense under her hands as she pulled him into her as she humped and rolled her hips up to meet him and they found a steady rhythm and pace as they collided and parted, again and again and again, his thick shaft gliding through her as it advanced and retreated sending surges of pleasure into her to pool at the base of her stomach to increase the growing, roiling kernel of tension that was building into her climax. She let her head loll to the side and she could see his hand clutching at the armrest of the sofa above her head, knuckles white, the corded muscles of his forearm flexing as he drove into her, relaxing slightly when he withdrew.

His mouth moved lower, his hair tickling the skin of his chest as he explored her breasts with his lips and tongue, circling her nipples, but not touching them. He left trails and abstract patterns of saliva on the tight skin of her breasts that tingled as they cooled. She left one hand on his ass and let the other glide up his back, feeling his muscles flex and shift under her fingertips until they found the strong column of his neck. She cupped his head and pressed his lips to her breast, guiding them to her nipple. He groaned, his lips vibrating around the taut nub of her nipple and sending a tickling trickle of sensation into her chest as they continued to strain together.

Her cries became louder as her climax grew and she became more sensitive and the force and frequency of their collisions increased. She stifled them first by trapping them behind her teeth as it pinned her lower lips and then, finally behind her clenched teeth and jaw. Her nostrils flared, and her lungs burned with the need for air. "Fuck it, Lisbon. Just let go. If anyone was here to hear us they would have already." He coaxed on panted breaths. Hearing him swear, was strange and jarring and she wonders is that effect is calculated, one of his manipulations because it has the result he desires. She surrendered, opening her mouth and letting her hoarse cries float out into the empty office on her heavily exhaled breaths. This was what she loved and hated about him, he could get her to give in, to surrender the iron control she kept on herself. Why she kept doing this with him and hadn't just left it as the one time mistake and moment of weakness she had allowed herself two months ago, well... one of the reasons anyway.

She started to shudder with the effort of restraining the seething, boiling energy of her building climax as electric charges escaped and whipped her nerves with delightful sparks of pleasure that grew in intensity each time his body met hers and his thick, long shaft filled and stretched her molten channel and pierced her blazing core. She groaned softly, feeling that final twist of tension in her belly as everything clicked into place and she reached the point of no return, the edge of the precipice and teetered there, breathing hard. Teresa felt him draw back, a tingling line of friction that seemed to slow time as she swayed on the knife-edge of her impending climax. He paused, just barely inside her, his head lifting from her breast to leave his face hovering over hers, his breath hot across her lips and cheeks. "Cum for me, Teresa. Let me hear you. Let me see you." He whispered, a breathed command that her nature rebels against, but her body obeys as with a single, steady stroke he drives into her and shatters the dam holding her climax at bay, releasing its wild, rushing torrent to stream through her body and into every part of her.

She screams, short and sharp, a mixture of release, relief, pleasure and pain as the intense surge of her orgasm tenses her body; her head snapping back against the leather of the sofa as her back bows slamming her torso into his in an attempt to drive him even deeper into her although her channel has locked around him in a flexing, twisting grip. She cried out again and whimpered as the unyielding flesh of his shaft defies her climactic pressure and continues to drive into her until he is pelvis is grinding into hers. She floods with hot, slippery cream to salve the fiery trail he has forged as she ripples around him, tensing and relaxing in uncontrollable waves. Pleasure leaps through her nerves and sings in the pounding of blood in her ears. His face above hers goes blurry as her eyes stretch wide before she closes them, to find white sparks dancing in the darkness behind her lids. She hears him grunt, feels him pulse inside her, swelling against her tightness and ironically he stifles his cry of completion in her mass of dark, sweat-damp hair and the skin of her shoulder as she feels him pump his seed into her in heavy spurts.

They share their completion, locked together in shuddering tension, riding the surging waves of pleasure they have strained so hard to achieve. It feels like a moment and a lifetime before with a groan he collapses on top of her, his weight, warm, solid and comfortable against her sweaty skin and she wraps her arms lightly around him. She licks lips that have gone dry and swallows to get moisture into her mouth and throat as she rags in sweet, cool air into her burning lungs. His chest heaves against the pillows of her breasts as they are flattened by it; her sex twitches around his slowly shrinking shaft as stray sparks of delight still chase each other across her nerves even as her body relaxes. He nuzzles at her neck; his lips warm even against her heated skin, his tongue swirling and collecting the salt from her sweat.

Nature took its course and he shrank out of her and with a little effort, they managed to reposition themselves so that she was laying against his side and in his arms, her head resting on his slowly rising and falling chest. "Patrick... We can't keep doing this, you know?" She stated as she absently ran the side of her foot up and down the side of his calf. "Give me a few minutes and I'll disprove that statement." Patrick quipped and she punched him in the shoulder. "Owwww!" he exclaimed around a throaty chuckle, his chest vibrating under her cheek. "You're right, we should just tell everyone and date like normal people." He agreed and suggested. She hit him again, harder this time. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips. "Well... I guess we can just keep doing this then." She capitulated, shifting and craning her neck until she could press her lips to his in a searching kiss. "But, maybe in a bed, sometime?" he negotiated. "But, definitely in a bed sometime." She relented and she felt his dick start to stir against her thigh.

"Jeez, is that all you have on your mind?" she asked incredulously. He swept some of her hair that had fallen into her face out of the way so that he could look into her eyes. "Yeah... That's mostly what's on my mind when I think of you." He replied with a smile that was devoid of his usual smug amusement and lit his eyes in a way that told her he wasn't telling the whole truth.

THE END